It is Day 23 of NaPoWriMo. Today's challenge was to find a poem in a language we don't know and translate it into English based on the look of the words and their sounds. What I did here was triple "translation". I chose poems in Russian, which I don't speak, but which happens to be very similar to Serbian (which is my mother tongue). I "translated" the poems into Serbian, then into English.
I chose three poems by Asya Schneiderman.
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The Hours
Nervously twitching,
quietly, silently the hours are walking.
I step over them
I step over the string of their numbers.
I am unfaithful to time.
Why wouldn't I be?
I reorder and simplify.
There is no time
(there is no time for me) -
time occupies huge spaces,
though time itself
is just hours walking.
I step over the string of their numbers -
and now I will live for ever -
I will live for ever.
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The Stone Garden
A garden growing out of stone
mistress to the wind
his dwelling place.
There he is, walking inside,
created by me.
Just like his body.
Just like his soul.
The City
An underwater city lay beneath us
With open domes, open, card domes -
jug-shaped domes made of playing cards -
a man and a woman -
the city built, desired.
Destroyed by this anger,
so much pain
between us,
between us and the sky.
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